This is the most controversial chapter I have written for this story so far. It was partly inspired by a Rammstein song. The first four lines of that song occur in this chapter. Anyway, this chapter may prompt some readers to demand this fic is brought up to M. I'm considering it already.
My Big Fat Creepy Roommate
Wiener Blut
Chef left the cellar to go get something. Justin lay on the mattress, awaiting his impending doom. At one point during the waiting, he sat up and glared at Chef's father.
"This is all your fault," Justin glared. "Maybe if you loved your son for who he is, maybe I wouldn't have ended up in this ordeal!"
"Of course I loved him," said Chef's dad. "I've always loved him. I still do."
Justin was confused. "Wait a minute… but-"
"I might as well admit it," Chef's dad smirked. "I'm proud of the reason why my son is a deranged psycho. This is the very end result I want."
"To be confined to darkness for the rest of your life?" Justin rolled his eyes.
"As long as I get my sex, I don't give a shit," Chef's dad shrugged.
"He's your son," Justin's brow furrowed.
"So?"
"That's incest."
"So?"
"It's illegal."
"That's the whole point of this location," Chef's dad replied.
"So the sex makes up for living in a shithole?" Justin sneered.
"Well I've lived in this house since I was born, so I want to die here," Chef's dad explained. "My father built this house out of his own bare hands. As the eldest son, I inherited it."
"I'm sure your siblings are looking for you?" Justin rolled his eyes.
"I had two younger brothers and two younger sisters," said Chef's dad. "They all moved to other parts of the country because they wanted to live in cities or some other shit. Why would they want to live in them? You can do what you want in the countryside."
"So why did Chef imprison you here?" Justin rolled his eyes.
"I wanted him to become a psychopath, so I drilled him like a sergeant, treated him like shit and spewed a bunch of shit about homosexuality being a sin," Chef's dad explained. "I was actually happy that he turned out to be gay. If he turned out straight… let's just say that the roles would've been reversed. As for bisexuality, well, the same if he was straight, because he could just easily pretend to be one. He told me to stop being homophobic and came out to me, so I twisted his arm and pretended to be a douche about it just to psyche him up. It worked. He beat the shit out of me and imprisoned me in here. I'd act all helpless but in reality I enjoy it. I love the way he dominates me, just like the way I used to dominate my father?"
"I assume Chef was an only child," Justin sneered.
"Indeed he was. I shifted a prostitute and told her 'if' she got pregnant I would raise the child. She viewed it as a surrogacy procedure and saw the sex as compensation because she's a sex-addict," Chef's dad smirked.
"Did your father like it when you dominated him?" Justin rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, though he didn't pretend he didn't want it."
"Why did you pretend, then?"
"Because I don't think Chef would give it to me if he knew I wanted it."
"Well he's locked you in your basement, and seen as though he is shit at maintaining a house," Justin sneered.
"What do you mean?" Chef's dad glared.
"Your house is derelict now."
"Once it's still standing, I don't give a shit," Chef's dad shrugged. "As I've said, all I care about is the sex. Plus, my son comes here every day to bring me food and clean my litter box. He's a good cook, ya know."
"I wished he cooked us normal food then," Justin pouted. "But what about when Total Drama was filming? He was far away from here."
"He hired an intern to look after me while he was away, which he killed after the show finished up," Chef's dad shrugged. "The intern was fine, but I prefer my son. Also, the intern was delicious," he added. Justin cringed in terror. Suddenly, the footsteps sounded.
"Here he comes," said Chef's dad, grabbing a canister of water and spraying it into his eyes.
"Komm mit mir;
"Komm auf mein Schloss.
'Da wartet Spass
"Im Tiefgeschoss," sang Chef's eerie voice as he got closer and closer to where an anticipating Chef's dad and a terrified Justin were sitting.
Owen and Trent were walking through the countryside. Both were full after Owen at the three farmers and Trent at the truck driver (the crash caused the driver's body to be split into nine separate pieces). They were calling out Justin's name.
"JUSTIN!" Owen called out.
"JUSTIN! JUSTIN! JUSTIN! JUSTIN! JUSTIN! JUSTIN! JUSTIN! JUSTIN! JUSTIN!" Trent called out.
"Hey look! I found a house!" Owen chirped, pointing at a derelict mansion. "Maybe the people living there could give us tips as to where Justin went!"
"It's derelict," Trent pointed out. "No one's living in it. These buildings are dangerous simply because there are only eight letters in the word derelict."
"Good point," said Owen. The two continued further down the lane, ignoring the mansion. Meanwhile in the mansion, Chef switched on the lights, revealing himself to be in his military uniform.
"It's time for a little preparation," Chef smirked. "NOW DROP N' GIMME A MILLION!" he barked. Terrified of Chef, Justin obeyed and did the push-ups immediately. Chef's dad did the same, except he was only pretending to be scared. He just quietly groaned, beginning to think he's spoiled his child already.
That was definitely the most disgusting chapter I have written so far. I was going to put in a scene where Chef, his dad and Justin have a three-way, but I decided against that. I figured it was too much.
Until next time!